Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters. Deanna is my own character, I just borrowed the name. The actual person though is entirely my own! This is my second sister fics, and has nothing to do with my story Stolen Innocence! Hope you enjoy!
November 2nd, 1983. Lawrence, Kansas
It was a relatively normal night. The weather was dry after a week's worth of electrical thunderstorms, and in the Winchester house, everyone was at peace. Mary was asleep in bed, her two sons were both asleep and John had fallen asleep in the lounge whilst watching a baseball game.
Suddenly, the sound of baby Sam's soft cries came over the baby monitor, waking Mary up from her sleep. She instantly reacted and climbed out of bed to see to him, but something stopped her as she reached her bedroom door. Her mind went back to a night ten years ago, the night the yellow eyed demon killed her parents and John, and she had made the deal to bring John back. In her mind, she thought of the date; it was exactly ten years ago to the day. She then remembered the man that had warned her, no, begged her to not go into the nursery on the 2nd November 1983.
Though Sam was still crying, Mary forced herself to move over to the baby monitor and switch it off, so that all she could hear were his very muffled cries. She lay down on the bed, fighting the impulse to go into his nursery and forced herself to close her eyes. Half an hour later, all was silent once again as Sam cried himself back to sleep and Mary too fell asleep once more.
January 1st, 1986. Lawrence, Kansas
"Come on Dean, hurry up!" an excited Sam called as he bounced down the corridor ahead of his brother and dad.
John chuckled at his three year old son's antics. He looked behind him to find Dean reluctantly dragging himself down the corridor, his head down, facing the floor.
"Dean, you ok buddy?"
"Yeah dad." the seven year old replied.
John sighed, but understood Dean's attitude. He had only been to a hospital four times in his life, and each time it had been because someone had either died or was extremely ill. There was the time Mary had severe food poisoning, when Dean himself had fallen ill, and twice where friends of the family had passed away, so the fact that they were in a hospital only made Dean worry that something bad was going to happen. John smiled to himself, knowing full well that the moment he saw that everything was ok and nothing bad was going to be happening, there would be no stopping the smile on his face.
The entered the room quietly, and Mary gave them all a sleepy smile as she greeted them. The two boys stood near the doorway, neither one sure about what they should be doing. When the blanket in her arms began to move though and a tiny cry filled the room, Dean immediately stepped forward. He stood on the chair that John placed next to the bed and peered down at the tiny face in front of him that was scrunched up. He reached out and touched a soft cheek, and immediately, the baby's face straightened out again. A huge grin lit up Dean's face and he looked up at his mom, his green eyes shining brightly.
"What's its name?" He asked.
"What is it?" Came Sam's small voice form his place by the door.
Mary, John and Dean all laughed at his innocence and John quickly picked Sam up so that he could see. As soon as he too saw the little face in front of him, understanding crossed his young features and he smiled.
"Boys, this is your new baby sister. Say hello to Deanna Louise Winchester"
"Hello Deanna, I'm gonna love you lots and lots" squeaked Sam.
"Me too, little sis. Just remember, I'm the better brother" Dean said.
John leant over and kissed Mary before placing a soft kiss on his daughter's forehead.
"I love you, my baby girl"
June 1st 1986. Lawrence, Kansas
Mary was woken by the sounds of her daughter grizzling. She got out of bed, making sure not to disturb John and made her way to the nursery. After making sure that Deanna was fed and had fallen back to sleep, she made her way back to her bedroom, stopping to quickly check on the two boys.
She opened the door as quietly as she could, but the sight that greeted her made her freeze in shock. Standing over Sam's bed was a man, but Mary knew full well that John was in bed asleep at that moment. The man turned to face her, and as she saw the flash of yellow in his eyes, she gasped.
"You! What are you doing in my house?!"
He didn't answer her, just flicked his wrist and the next thing she knew, Mary found herself being dragged up to the ceiling. She didn't want her children to be woken up, but she knew she had to do something, so she screamed. Dean immediately woke, and when he saw what was happening, the first thing he did was call for John and grab Sam, dragging him out of the room, despite the fact that the recently turned four year old was still half asleep and kept tripping over his small feet. John raced into the room, but everything was normal, making him wonder exactly what was going on. He moved out into the hallway to find Dean saying something about a monster. John shook his head and ordered his sons back to bed, but something dropping onto the carpet in their room stopped him. He looked up to find Mary staring at him in fear, pinned to the wall, her stomach slashed.
"Mary!" he screamed.
He stepped forwards and a single tear fell from one of Marys' eyes before flames burst around her, completely engulfing her. John tried to do something, but he just couldn't and ended up telling Dean to get Sam out of the house. Dean pushed Sam towards the stairs.
"Sammy, run."
Sam did as he was told and Dean ran to the nursery, reaching over and grabbing his baby sister. John ran into the room too at that moment and just managed to grab his children and run out of the house, also catching Sam in his already full arms as he ran. They barely made it out before an explosion shook the house, destroying the upstairs floor where the whole family had been just seconds before. Deanna began to scream in her brothers arms, and Dean quickly held her to calm her, his mind visualising his mother dying over and over again until he felt he was about to explode.
An hour later, what was left of the Winchester family were sitting on the hood of the Impala, John holding Deanna, Sam curled up asleep on one side of him and Dean curled up on his other side. John knew something unnatural did that to his wife, and in his mind, he knew who the best person was to speak to; an old friend of his from his younger days that went by the name of Bobby Singer.
